The sequel to the Bram Stoker Award-nominated HUNGRY EYES...
Shara Farris, the protagonist in HUNGRY EYES, returns; this time to hunt down a killer, The Nightwatcher, while herself coming to grips with unresolved issues.
Lysette Ormandy, is a female version of Bernard Goetz (the New York subway vigilante) with the racist baggage.
Having seen her family killed by burglars as a youth -- and been left for dead herself -- when violence strikes in a subway car, a decade later, she impulsively foils the mugger, killing him to save her life. So begins the mission of The Nightwatcher to reclaim a crime-plagued Philadelphia, while on a collision course with demons of her past.
The subway car smelled of urine, feces . . . and death . . .
-- Just like the night your family died, a long dormant voice spoke to Lysette, in her mind.
. . . as she tried to capture its rhythm, as it swayed to and fro. It was like finding the groove to the music she danced to at work. Let it inside you, become one with it and you controlled it. Lysette was anxious to read the paper she had found beside her when she'd transferred from the trolley at 69th Street, but not until she flowed to the rhythm of the subway.
She normally drove to the Genesis Club in Media, a suburb of Philadelphia. A thirty-minute drive. Less at night, going home. But, like clockwork, six months after replacing them, her brakes were shot. Her '86 Dodge Charger was often more hassle than it was worth, but it had two redeeming features that made it priceless. Its age and assorted dents and scratches made it as theftproof as if it had an expensive alarm system; no small feat in a city where you were in the minority if your car hadn't, at one time or another, been stolen or broken into. And, it drove like a tank in the winter. While others skidded and wheels spun going nowhere in ice and snow, Lysette's little engine that could moved effortlessly.